Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.